The journey was hard, laden with burdens strapped to the backs of the
brave few, who dared to step into the unknown with only faith as their
guide. The horizon, however beautiful, was frocked with dangers, both inside
and out for the traveling soul, who ventured one step at a time, toward a
place unsure with wavering steps in feet of clay.
And at the end of the rainbow, the pot of gold resided in the heart of the traveler, who prevailed. in the acceptance of the Truths, that had changed the sojourner into a willing servant and yet also, a king; a prince; a minister and a prophet of Truth.
The traveler realized the journey was his calling, not the destination; it was the lessons that were important, not the accomplishments; it was obedience to our Godly Master, not a well kept secret to be discovered along the way. On second thought, it may just be the best kept secret; obeying the Lord leads to the realization of what is important and the means to accomplish it.
Once the journey has ended and the last spectrum of the rainbow reflects the morning sunlight in a multicolored prism, the journeyman can finally begin his real purpose...existing in oneness with His Creator as he lives the rest of his life, walking in conversation with God, the source of his rainbow of promise.
And this is where the journey truly begins.